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2017 Project 365 – Week Thirty

After the festivities last week, it was a pretty quiet week
around here. Nice!

Sunday,
July 23rd

Here are some more pictures of the reception. That cake was
SO GOOD ya’ll. Daddy & Sue brought me a big chunk of it later in the week.
Would you believe that I ate some of it & then put the rest in the freezer
for later?

Monday,
July 24th

The morning glory that my dad
gave us is totally taking over the petunia baskets. And we’re pretty much ok
with that.

Tuesday,
July 25th

Penguins against the sunset.

Wednesday,
July 26th

Our porch skink!

Thursday,
July 27th

As it was in Ohio, our North
Carolina back yard is mostly a Mom & Pop operation.

Thursday night, tragedy struck!
I had to use some random floss that my dentist gave me. Very sad.

Friday,
July 28th

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail!

Saturday,
July 29th

We were
sitting out on the deck (SUCH a lovely day!) and had a visit from Mr. Roy.

The moon!

The weeks seem to be speeding up as we approach my surgery
date. I’m very excited, but I’m also remembering how annoying it was after my
last surgery. Not to wish time away or anything, but I’m going to wish some
time away: I would like for it to be December.

Morning drives are delightful this time of year up here, as so many corn fields have morning glories along their edges. Not much different from Ohio in summer, really... cornfield, soybean field, rinse, repeat.

I will be happy for you when your surgery is over and you are skipping around... just in time for Christmas shopping. Ha!The butterfly is beautiful. I love morning glories, but my husband, a country boy, thinks they're weeds. Very pretty doggone weeds, I say.

The butterflies that are visiting you are really quite remarkable! You are very gracious about wanting to see your dad happy. Of course you want him happy, but its still hard because its not your mom. You guys seem so settled in already, its hard to believe you moved states so recently.

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Born in the south, I lived in Ohio for nearly 20 years. Now I’m back “home.” Follow along as I travel barely remembered paths and learn how to be southern again. For example, will I ever get my accent back? Stay tuned!